To Deal With It

chapter four

Four

Jay pov

I couldn't believe I actually helped the guys steal a car while I was a girl. I could've gotten discovered! Then where would that have gotten me? I don't' know, but when I imagine it, it's not a pretty sight. Maybe they'll have mercy on me when they discover? Geez, okay, don't even think about it! Point is that I need to stay away from the guys when I'm a girl. Too much risk.

Ethan had come up to Toni and I while we were working on a Porsche; I was half way worried and panicking he'd call me out and accuse me of being the girl. Please Lord, please, don't let they know. Yet. Promise they'll know...eventually. Just not now, please. Toni and I nodded to him and he nodded back. "Hey Jay, I need your help."

"What is it, Ethan?"

"We've got some...complications with a small gang on the west side that's pushing our agreement. You think you'd be able to talk some sense into them?"

By that he meant would I be able throw a fist at them and live to tell the tale. I thought for a second then nodded confidently. Ethan smiled and nodded. "Good, we leave in a few. Be ready."

I went ahead and waited at Ethan's car, a Ferrari California, and he showed up about three minutes later. I stayed silent, meditating in the car. I don't know why, but meditating helped me get into the fighting zone. Ironic, huh?

We parked a way's way from the alleyway we were standing. Well, Ethan was while I was sitting in a wooden chair in a dark corner of a room. You see, first Ethan would try to reason with this guy, but if that didn't work, he left while I did what I had to do. I hated doing it, but if I showed weakness now, Ethan may exile me from the pack, which the last thing I wanted.

Out of the blue, the door flung open and a black man that looked about twenty or older was dragged in by Ethan. Ethan sat him down in a metal chair, which was in front of a metal table, where Ethan was leaning on his fists. "Screw you, Brett. Unless you want to deal with the big dogs out there, I can't give you protection if you don't live your to your end of the bargain. I'm a compassionate, reasonable man. Now, do you have the two-fifty, or do you not?"

"I don't, and I don't need you, shitless bastard," the man cursed Ethan with a scowl. Ethan sighed heavily. "I didn't want to have to resolve to this. I'll make you a deal. If you can survive this and knock my guy out cold, I'll go. But if goes the other way, you're going to reconsider."

Ethan looked up to me and nodded, so I nodded back and got off the chair while the black man was stuttering, "Wha-what do you mean? What's...what's going on?"

"This bitch," I hissed before my fist flew out and nailed his jaw, making him fall out of his seat. Before he could react, I grabbed fist full of his shirt, swung him up on his feet, and slammed his body into a concrete wall. I twisted his arms behind his back, and you could hear him hissing with pain before I snapped his wrist, which made him yelp out. I threw him to floor, grabbed him again, and started to hit his head to the table; I only did it a few times before letting go of him completely. He fell on his side and groaned in misery; he was spitting blood while a nasty looking scratch welled on his forehead, close to his temple, while his broken wrist laid on his chest as he breathed heavily.

Shit...what was I turning into? This is why I tried to avoid this kind of stuff. Make me bribe a police or steal a car any day, but this? This was the worst part, and I wasn't a 100% sure Ethan knew I was really disturbed by this. He always brought newbies because he said it built character, but luckily, it only took one visit from me to straighten thing out.

In only one visit, I strike fear into an entire gang. A gang, for crying out loud! All it took was a few swings from me, and terror persisted good behavior from now on. That's why I was also called Jay the Jading.